Rare, Precious and Gone

Cry baby boy, not tears of joy

the one you held is no longer your toy

She's got her new boots

and her make up on

You can call her your friend

but never 'lover' again

She's made it clear as air that this affair

is at an end

So what are you doing holding on?

Can't you see

she's rare, precious and she's gone

She's rare, precious and she's gone

She was soft in your hands, now she's shattered your plans

I'm sympathetic but you've got to understand

You tried to squeeze her

into someplace she just don't belong

She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear

as long as there were stars in the night sky

she'd be near